You told her that “this is what couples do”? I hope you’re sick with yourself.
Although, at least you didn’t tell her you were a virgin, like you did with me. I knew you weren’t, but I loved you; I knew you’d leave me if I didn’t put out. God, I still feel sick when I think of the things you said and did. I hated all of it. I was uncomfortable and you made me feel dirty. And then when it was all over, you’d say you loved me. Really? If you loved me, you would have stopped when you saw I was crying.
I’ve tweeted, like, three depressing tweets and all you have to do is correct an idiot on his grammatical errors? I so obviously need you and that’s more important?